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Part 1
Section 1
I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood,
Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-red heath.
The red-ribbed ledges drip with a silent horror of blood,
And Echo there, whatever is asked her, answers `Death.'
For there in the ghastly pit long since a body was found,
His who had given me life - O father! O God! was it well?-
There yet lies the rock that fell with him when he fell.
Did he fling himself down? who knows? for a vast speculation had failed,
And ever he muttered and maddened, and ever wanned with despair,
And out he walked when the wind like a broken worlding wailed,
And the flying gold of the ruined woodlands drove through the air.
I remember the time, for the roots of my hair were stirred
By a shuffled step, by a dead weight trailed, by a whispered fright,
And my pulses closed their gates with a shock on my heart as I heard
The shrill-edged shriek of a mother divide the shuddering night.
Villainy somewhere! whose? One says, we are villains . . .
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